Lyrics:

She seems dressed in all the ringsÂ? of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious Â? she continues to see
Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home Â? forever
OhÂ?
She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic
My dahlia, bathed in possession Â? she is home to me
I get nervous, perverse, when I see her, it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never, she's coming home Â? forever
OhÂ? she's the only one that makes me sad
Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy Â? aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face Â? to recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I won't let this build up inside of meÂ?
I'm a slave and I am a master
No restraints and unchecked collectors
I exist through my need Â? to self-oblige
She is something in me Â? that I despise
I won't let this build up inside of meÂ?
She isn't real Â? I can't make her real